Monday, 14 April 1873

Fine weather. Our reception day. At the promenade (blue and grey dress — not smart). I am in despair over my dresses; I cried over them; I am quite unhappy. I went with my aunt to two dressmakers, but they are no good; I shall write to Paris — I cannot bear the dresses from here; it makes me too miserable! Oh! my God.
I saw Mademoiselle de Galve — how charming she is; how I wish I were like her! And her hat! Ah! I cannot look at it with composure — it pleases me so; I would have given two hundred francs for one like it.
In the evening to church — it is the first day of our Holy Week; I am making my devotions. I must say that I do not like many things in my religion; there are blind and senseless customs in which I cannot believe. But it is not for me to reform it.
I believe in God, in Christ, in the Holy Virgin; I believe in good faith; I pray to God every evening, and I do not wish to concern myself with a few trifles that have nothing to do with true religion, with true belief! I believe in God and He is good to me. He gives me more than the necessary.
Oh! if He would give me what I desire so — the Duke of Hamilton! I love him. At church I prayed for this; I prayed for him; I thought of him. And perhaps God will have pity on me — though I can do without what I ask. But no, no — I would be so happy if I had him; I would bless God! How I desire that he should love me! I truly love him; I must at least write it, for if I remain without telling anyone, without even writing it here, I would be too full; I could no longer live; I would burst — on my word of honor! It relieves and diminishes the pain, at least to write it.
— At a costume ball, as a glowworm with a light on the head.
— Every Sunday without fail, to read everything I have learned in general history.
— A ball where all the ladies have lights on their heads.
— A cotillion figure.
— A belt with thorns that can be released at will.
— A dinner where all the dishes shall be of papier-mâché, the fruits of wax, the wines in false glasses.
— A dinner where the dishes — for example, a turkey — shall be made of fruits and sweet things having the appearance of a truffled turkey, and on the contrary the turkey shall be prepared like a pastry, indistinguishably.
— Next winter, under no pretext, to have no dress made but in cloth, and no hat but a black bandit hat, and no hairstyle but that of Mademoiselle de Galve; for spring, a grey hat like hers.
I swear to fulfill this on pain of never becoming Duchess of Hamilton. But I believe my taste will not change; if it does, I shall do it despite my taste — though I do not think so; it is so magnificent! If I copy her now, it will be noticed, but next winter — no. I swear to God, then, to fulfill what I promise here — though I do not believe it will be needed. One exception, however: black velvet.
[In the margin: Despite myself, I do not keep this mad promise. How can one not believe in nonsense?]